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She tore her eyes from his abs and gave in to the temptation to look further down. Over his kilt her eyes wandered and stopped, speculating on the promising bulge beneath the blue tartan. "Hope you like what you see...

At the sight of Day, her whole face lit up. "Mikhail! You came! Barbara said you would, but that we might have to wait for hell to freeze over first. Did it?

Maybe next time you'll take me up on dinner." "I doubt it, Mr. Holbrook. I'm pretty sure hell will freeze over first." Again he smiled. "Well, that may be happening sooner than you think, my dear.

They sat in silence for a moment. Then Jenna said," The son of a god, huh? That explains a lot." He raised an eyebrow. "Oh?" Jenna smirked at him, a mischievous look in her sparkling blue eyes. "You know, the whole super strong, ridiculously gorgeous thing. But obviously you've been told that a lot over the years. I don't expect it means much anymore." A voice far in the back of head said something faint about bad ideas, but he hit it with a large mental stick until it sputtered and shut up. "It depends on who says it," he answered, and bent his head down and kissed her.

Nikolas._ The man__ voice was deep, rough, and familiar. Nikolas__ flare of aggression subsided as he realized the approaching figure was Rhys. __hen you weren__ here to greet us, we got worried._ __ ran into a pack of Hounds,_ Nikolas replied tersely. Rhys hesitated. __s everything ok? __hey__e dead. I__ not. Situation handled.

The love has got to be bigger than everything else. The isolation, the separation, the danger. When the love is bigger than all of that _ you just do it. You pay the price in uncertainty and sometimes bereavement, because every moment you__e together is worth the cost.

Stop him, stop this, she commanded herself. Reason floated away; she wanted him. If he walked away now, she might disintegrate into a pile of frustration as fragile as the leaves crumbling under foot. His lips touched hers, shooting electric shock waves rippling to her toes. Then he claimed her with a torrid kiss. Passion welled up from her core, overpowering all thought except her desires.

If you're still hungry, I could probably find some nice roots by the riverbank we passed," Mick teased. "Mind you, some of them insist on yodeling while you eat them, but you get used to that after a while.

She pushed his massive chest, which was as effective as if she pushed granite. "What are you made of, bloody stone?" He chuckled, eyes full of mirth. "Sometimes.

The witch hunter could not date the witch.

At Jenna's questioning glance, he explained, "As the White Rider, I used to wear all white. Few people here have ever seen me dressed in any other way. I wouldn't wonder that most of them could be standing right in front of me, wearing these clothes, and not even look twice." Jenna grinned at him. "Not if they're female, they won't. I doubt there's a woman alive who would not look twice at you, babe." He snorted, absurdly pleased by the flattery, although he tried not to show it. "We'll just have to try and stay away from women, then, won't we?

Our enemies-my enemies-wouldn__ win. The demon lizards had hurt me for the last time. Now, they had a new foe, and I would make sure they remembered my name when I destroyed them on the battlefield. I would work hard. I would excel. I would become the perfect soldier.

i want you so much I feel like I'm going to explode.""I hear that Marines are good with explosions," Beka said.

He whispered as he kissed down her neck. __ would love nothing more than to take you right here on the counter, Fire Angel, but if I__ late to meet with your grandmothers, they might just decide to throw my ass on a funeral pyre and I wouldn__ be back for three days.

_the door banged wide open, and the most striking man I had ever seen stood in the frame, the black winds whipping around him like a chariot of storm clouds.

When we wake, it__ officially Christmas Eve._ __ood. Because I have something special to give you._ She turned over her shoulder and cocked an eyebrow. __hought you just did._ He chuckled, a deep and throaty sound. __omething else.

No demon could ever care enough to let go." ~ Muse

Funny how things have turned out, huh, Jorja. Your mother is the 'demon' and your lover is the nurturer," Jorja commented into the air.